In fact, not long after Hewjil escaped from the battlefield, he received news from his subordinates that Conrad had escaped long ago. Hewjil was so angry that he couldn't help but curse, but he was also secretly happy. Originally, if he were to retreat first and leave Conrad alone, he would inevitably be reprimanded in the end. It was not impossible for him to be punished.
If it wasn't for the secret of the Elf King's tomb in its hands, it wouldn't have dared to leave its subordinates behind and run away. Otherwise, it would have to bear the consequences of its actions. But now that Conrad had left first, the situation was completely different. Conrad had become the scapegoat, and Hewjil had become the leader of the resistance. If it wasn't for the fact that he was the one who lured the Silver Elves out, Hewjil would have been able to use this to make Conrad suffer.
But even so, it was enough to make Hewjil happy. Besides, didn't he still have other chips in his hands?
"Those damn Elves."
When it thought of this, it couldn't help but feel unhappy again. At the same time, it cursed in a low voice. No matter what, all the wealth that he had plundered over the years was stored in the Hall of the Balogon Temple. Now that he had to give it away, he couldn't help but gnash his teeth in anger. But just as he was cursing in his heart, he bumped into his deputy who was leading the way.
Hewjil had nowhere to vent his anger, and this time, he found a way to explode: "You brainless idiot! What are you doing — "
The leader of the lizardmen suddenly realized that something was wrong. It raised its head abruptly, and a tall figure was reflected in its prismatic pupils. No, to be precise, it was a tall Knight riding on a snow-white unicorn. His entire body was covered in heavy silver chainmail, and he wore a pointed golden helmet with a pair of wings protecting his face. At the top of the helmet was a white mane that hung down to the back of his shoulders.
Behind him, there were rows of similar Knights standing neatly behind him. The tall Elven cavalry looked as if they were cast from the same mold, and every one of them was about the same height.
They stood quietly in the middle of the forest, and there was not a single sound in the woods.
The Knight looked down at Hewjil from above. His silver eyes were calm, but it sent chills down Hewjil's spine. Then he spoke with a gentle and low voice: "If I'm not wrong, you should be called Hewjil? Lizer, Mister Hewjil, right? "
Hewjil opened his mouth. He subconsciously wanted to deny it, but he found that he couldn't say a word under the pressure of the Knight's aura.
"Very good," the Knight nodded: "In fact, my comrades and I have been looking for you for a long time."
Hewjil's eyes darkened.
In this world, there was only one army that would call their comrades' comrades'.
They were the Silver Elves, the Hymn's Knights.
… …
Ten minutes.
Brando threw out the dimmed card in his hand. The Card of Fate with the image of the Platinum Stallion burned in the dirt, and then nothing was left. Now there was another card in the graveyard, and it made him a little unhappy. Not only did the graveyard not decrease, but there were more and more. Furthermore, his card pool was already thin, and it made things worse.
He looked into the forest. It was silent. Ekman's sense of smell was terrible, but his hearing and sight were very good. Its six limbs had hearing organs that could pick up over seven hundred thousand different sounds in the natural world. It could distinguish sounds at least three times the frequency of a human's. But it was four to five miles away, and if he didn't make a sound, it would be difficult for the enemy to find him. Brando thought for a moment. He wanted to wait a little longer, but he was afraid that the enemy would turn back and cause trouble for Scarlet. If that happened, the red-haired Tigress wouldn't even be able to defeat a normal person.
So he raised his right hand and used the Ring of the Wind Empress to fire at the direction of the forest.
Since the ring had almost no effect on an Elemental Awakened monster, it was good enough to make a loud noise to lure the enemy. As expected, when Brando put down his hand, he heard the sound of trees falling in the forest. The Acolyte of Earth reacted quickly and rushed towards him.
But Brando wasn't nervous. He took a deep breath and took out a ruby from his clothes. He held the ruby in his hand and counted the time in his heart.
Ten, nine, eight … …
The sound of the trees falling was very fast, and it was as if it was just an illusion in his ears, but it soon became real.
Five, four, three … …
It's here. Brendel used his middle finger to squeeze the gem between his index finger and thumb, placing it in the middle of what the witches called the 'Magic Triangle'. Then he silently chanted the activation spell in his mind. The ruby flashed with a red light, and the surrounding ten meters became silent. The sound of the wind, the rustling of the leaves, even the heartbeat, breathing, and the pulsation of the blood vessels, all sounds disappeared.
Brando saw a light green number appear in his vision: 610.
The Acolyte of Earth stopped in its tracks. The insect-like monster couldn't help but look around in confusion, but it soon realized that it had lost track of the faint heartbeat. But just as its simple brain was hesitating whether or not to turn back, a beautiful white deer suddenly appeared in the monster's field of vision.
This thing actually dared to stroll around in front of him. To Ekman who was in a berserk state, this was a blatant provocation. It let out a low roar and immediately rushed in that direction. Unfortunately, the Soul White Deer that Brando controlled was just an illusion. From an optical point of view, it was as fast as it could be, and as agile as it could be. Thus, the Acolyte of Earth couldn't do anything about it.
He hid under an old tree and held the statue of the Soul White Deer. It was as if he was playing a game, teasing the terrifying enemy that was just a moment ago. But when he peeked his head out and saw this scene, he couldn't help but sneer under the effect of the Silence spell. Of course, it should be called a silent sneer. Since each Silence spell lasted for five minutes, the remaining six spells would allow him to rest easy for thirty minutes. In addition to the ten minutes that the Platinum Warhorse had bought him, he had a total of forty minutes left for Nalaethar.
Moreover, even if the Silence spell was used up, he could still use the 5 minutes of immortality provided by the 'Unyielding Innate Gift' to cut off his heartbeat and breathing. After that, he could bandage himself for another 5 minutes. Logically speaking, Brando believed that the Silver Elves would arrive in 50 minutes.
Of course, he wouldn't joke about his own life. Without a certain degree of certainty, Brando wouldn't put his own life on the line.
Time slowly ticked away.
Just as Brando was about to cast the Silence spell for the fourth time, he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. Because at this moment, he noticed that Acolyte had suddenly stopped. Its attention was no longer on the Soul White Deer that was provoking it. The monster let out a series of low growls from its throat. Brando recognized this voice.
It was a warning.
Someone was coming.
Who was it?
Was it Nalaethar?
Countless thoughts flashed through Brando's mind, but he didn't dare to be careless. He immediately cast the fourth Silence spell, and the remaining number of uses on the ruby instantly increased to 3. But soon, he realized that something was wrong. The monster's gaze wasn't looking towards the north. Instead, it was staring in his direction.
The youth's heart skipped a beat. "What's going on?" He couldn't help but ask himself. But that shouldn't be the case. There shouldn't be any problems. He replayed his actions over and over again in his mind, but he couldn't find anything that he missed out on.
But at this moment —
With a rustling sound, Brando suddenly saw the dense forest in front of him split open, and a familiar face appeared from behind. It was a youth. No, to be more precise, it was the youth that Brando had seen before in Chablis Town. But he was also the person that caused this series of events.
Of course, Brando remembered his name, Eke. Eke? Lantonilan? Ophilia, and even his identity. He was the only son of Duke Loen and the future successor of the Lantonilan Duchy.
But that wasn't important right now.
What was important was that Eke's sudden appearance had turned the forest into a strange scene. In fact, Eke was right in front of Brando. Of course, he could see Brando hiding behind the tree, as well as the terrifying monster on the other side. At the same time, Brando could see Eke, but he couldn't see the reaction of the Acolyte of Earth behind him. But he could roughly guess what was going on.
Just as he guessed, the Acolyte of Earth turned around and stared at the uninvited guest with its 140,000 pairs of eyes. Of course, it didn't know that there was another target behind the tree.
Facing such a scene, the young man called Eke was slightly stunned. His gaze first fell on the stone armor around Ekman's body and the pair of arms that had already turned into stone. This was the sign of an Elemental Awakening. The youth's face turned pale, but his gaze then fell on Brando's face. He saw that Brando was looking at him with a complicated expression.
In fact, Brendel even had the urge to strangle him to death. As the saying goes, Man proposes, God disposes. Even if you beat him to death, he would never have thought that Chen Yaojin would appear out of nowhere.
Eke hesitated for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the monster. He then pressed his sword with one hand and shouted: "You over there, big guy. What, do you want to fight me?" He immediately pulled out his sword and charged in another direction.
What's going on?
Brando watched as the childish youth ran away from him. With his rich experience, he could tell that the youth was trying to lure the monster away. And all of this was just for a stranger that he had met for the first time (or rather, the second time). At that moment, he felt like he had a thousand things he wanted to say, but he couldn't say them out loud. It was as if a thousand or ten thousand thoughts had converged into a single sentence:
"Holy shit! This kid is a living Lei Feng! " (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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